To Say Out My Mind
If i can stay on it for one hour,
Then, i will be satisfied with the muse of love to say out my mind;
For m ypeople are now clothed in sackcloth,
And horror had covered them in the name of this famine.
Oh Somalia! !
Your silver and gold are unable to deliver you;
For the famine is severe and sadness are now seen on your faces!
But, i will hand over my love to care for you people.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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